Free Ripped (Killer Lips Book 2) by Molly Molloy Page B

does. He's too fragile, too beautiful and damaged to cope with police cells and prison-can you imagine how they'd rip his ass to shreds, someone that perfect.
    “No, this has to stop Josh. They're getting too close,” Mark says.
    “I don't understand why you pretend to be father and son,” I say.
    It's amazing how comfortable I am being spreadeagled naked and bound for these two brothers. One, if not both of whom are murderers. My body craves their touch and their admiration and I'm not remotely afraid of them. It seems so natural to trust them. I know they not only want me, they need me and I've finally found where I belong.
    “We're not related by blood,” Mark says. “Nobody in Venice knows that though. And I promised our father I'd keep his golden boy safe.”
    “You're adopted,” I whisper. It's slow as syrup falling into place.
    “I told you she was smart,” Josh says as though he's created me.
    “Hmm,mm.” Mark nods and a flicker of pain shoots across his handsome features. “I was a boy when Carlo Capello took me in. Later he got together with-with Josh's mother and the golden child finally arrived. Carlo adopted me. Because I was the perfect scapegoat to use as his favorite's alibi. But as we grew and the abductions began, my coloring was too obviously different for the alibi to stand up.”
    “So you pretend to be father and son so the DNA test doesn't match and they lose the trail?” I ask.
    “Best case scenario.” Mark says, the rage pulsing barely contained by the darkly patterned surface of his skin. I see know Mark and Josh have the same black tribal patterns inked on their shoulders.
    “Worst case?” I ask, turmoil mounting in my core rather than clearing.
    “He goes down for me.” Josh says with too much glee for my taste.
    Mark has been shielding him his entire life and he's ready to drop him straight into jail in his place if it comes to it.
    “Your father knows about-all this?”
    Mark nods minutely. I detect the pain in his face as no one else can as he moves to the other side of the bed and unshackles my hand.
    “My father taught us well.”
    “He adopted you as an alibi for Josh, his golden boy?” I whisper, feeling the wrench of grief for Mark who's suffered at least as much in childhood as I have. He's been used far worse though. As a tool, a substitute. Not because his parent is jealous, but because he doesn't give a fuck.
    “He made us share everything.”
    “We always share everything,” Josh repeats.
    “He trained you?” I say.
    Mark and I have our eyes frozen into each other loaded with significance at every unfolding horror.
    “He was the first one to serve labia at dinner,” Josh buts in, eager for the attention as he tells the story with a wide grin. As though he's being offered a second slice of cake at a birthday party.
    “Labia?” I hear my voice from far away, a pathetic whimper of horror as the realization flows over me like a vicious tide. “He fed you labia.”
    “He forced us to eat all the various parts of his victims but the sensual areas are his favorite delicacy.”
    “You fed me that girl's-” I turn my horror to Josh.
    “Pussy. Delicious wasn't it? You agreed with me then so don't take it back now. They always do that.” Josh gets petulant in the face of the smallest contradiction.
    He twists my nipple between spiteful fingers until I gasp.
    “I said let her go,” Mark tells him, his voice deathly dark. “I'm not stepping aside for this one. She is mine and I'm keeping her.”
    His shocked face says his brother's become a stranger to him and Josh lets me go.
     
    Mark & Josh
     
    I'm surprised she doesn't hurl. We can't resist telling her and relishing the shock fluttering across her face when she realizes how she gorged on another woman's clit. A dead woman's lips served up as a delicacy at the dinner table in the special sauce our father always demanded. How she delighted in the tender meat and licked her lips lasciviously.
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